The Past

Poem By nicollette wennersten

you bring up the past
and i don't know why
its must make you happy inside
to see someone get all upset
adn roll there eyes
so why, why bring up the past
whats in the past needs to
stay in the past not now

Comments about The Past

Sometimes......... our life is composed of memories learn to love this moment....... this present
wow..i feel this way when i bring up the past myself. a ten life is terrible...

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